Chapter 3 Don’t go home after eight o’clock

"Wake up, wake up, she looks so polite."

"Oh, my face is so pink, how come I went to a Taoist temple and shaved my head?"

"This is Buddhism and Taoism suppressing life together. Hush, please keep your voice down."

Finally, an older and majestic voice stopped several people from talking.

The little breasted dumpling lying on the bed was half asleep. He rubbed his eyes and opened them. Suddenly he met someone's gaze and was confused.

It should be noon now, and the curtains were drawn, so the room was a little dark. Tang Jin was still dizzy from sleep. He propped himself up and looked at the group of people who suddenly appeared at the door, blinking curiously.

A soft little breast dumpling makes people feel good just looking at it.

In front of him was an old man with gray hair, looking in with a group of servants, smiling with his aunt.

Tang Jin came back to his senses and looked at the green and black aura spreading from the forehead and heart of the old man in front of him to his heart, and knew that this must be his sick grandfather.

Before Mr. Tang Tang Fengfu could speak, Tang Jin started to scream.

"grandfather."

"Hey, hey, grandpa's sweet baby, please let grandpa hug you. Grandpa wants to die today."

The old man, who was usually very serious, could hardly see his eyes when he was smiling. The little guy looked too well-behaved and soft. He was so small, and his face was pink and delicate as he slept at the moment.

Boys and girls are just different. Think about your three brats, and then think about your six grandchildren. How do you like this only Miaomiao?

What happened to the little bald head? We are the cutest little bald heads!

Hold the soft little baby in your arms.

The old man was very curious, and strange to say, when he got up this morning, he felt much lighter and more energetic. After breakfast, he realized that his granddaughter had been brought back and was sleeping upstairs.

"Have you slept enough? How about we go down and have lunch?"

Tang Jin nodded with a smile.

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At the dining table, the old man had a pretty good appetite today. He ate more than half a bowl of rice before he noticed something was wrong in the living room.

"What about the big porcelain vase?"

The old man frowned.

The old man also received some advice from that Feng Shui master to make the family business bigger, and he has some trust in him.

"I asked dad to find someone to move him away."

Tang Jin was holding his bowl and eating seriously. When it came to his professional field, he quickly raised his head from the rice bowl and spoke.

"Moving away will be better for grandpa's health. Does grandpa feel more comfortable now?"

In the past few months, the things that had been suppressed in the house that were not good for Grandpa were slowly dissipating. Although the source had not yet been solved, the effects could be seen throughout the morning.

My precious granddaughter asked me to move it? Then move it, he already thought that if he left it there, what would he do if someone accidentally knocked him down and hurt someone, but he didn't take Tang Jin's words to heart.

"Isn't that right? When you see Jin Jin, grandpa has eaten more than half a bowl of rice in one go."

"That's because the doctor's treatment is effective."

On the stairs, Tang Micheng ran down and took a look at the little bald man who had changed into ordinary pajamas. He was stunned by the big and round cat eyes, and then curled his lips slightly.

"Don't suddenly put the credit for the doctor's work on others. It's so disrespectful to the doctor."

"Young master, hurry up and eat."

Tang Micheng snorted, pulled out the stool opposite Tang Jin and sat down, making a lot of noise when he sat down.

But after Tang Jin glanced at him, it was as if he was no longer there and he was focused on cooking the rice and could not see his dissatisfaction.

The old man frowned: "What are the rules for eating?"

Tang Micheng paused for a moment and was about to speak. The old man didn't even look at him. He gave Tang Jin a piece of food with chopsticks and a smile on his face. He seemed to like his granddaughter very much.

He shut his mouth again and sat down to eat quietly.

He knew that grandpa liked Tang Jin very much, because this was his only granddaughter. Obviously his cousin grew up in the Tang family. They were both girls and were very good to grandpa. Why should his cousin have to be careful in the Tang family?

?

Maybe he didn't like Tang Jin in the first place, and it was rare for his grandfather to be so relaxed and doting. He attributed all the problems to Tang Jin being a girl, and he had nothing to do with it, so he used his cousin to express his malice towards Tang Jin.

Tang Jin tried his best to finish all the rice in his bowl, and his belly was a little round. He burped a little, covered his mouth, and noticed that Tang Micheng's fleshy face was full of malice.

This cousin doesn't like her.

Tang Jin comfortably leaned on the small high stool and ate his rice, disapproving of it.

There are so many people who hate her, whether they are bad guys or colleagues, Tang Jin has dealt with the more intense malice. This cousin's malice is nothing more than the jealousy of a child.

"Don't be angry with ignorant people today."

Tang Jin hummed softly and continued to eat rice. Tang Micheng picked at the bowl with his chopsticks for a while. Before he could recover, he felt like someone was scolding him just now?

When he looked at Tang Jin, the little girl had already slipped into the old man's arms, raising her head and purring.

"Grandpa Butler, can I call Dad? Dad has a brain problem and needs to go to the hospital for a checkup."

Grandpa Butler:...What’s wrong with your brain?

Tang Micheng ate half of his meal and saw that Tang Jin had lost his appetite. He finally figured out that this sister was not only annoying, but also a talker! He just hugged the skateboard and prepared to go out, and went with a few friends he had made appointments with.

Contact started complaining on his cell phone.

'Brother Cheng heard that your sister is back?'

'Don't tell me about her. As soon as she comes back, the whole family won't see anyone else. She doesn't even wait for me to come down for dinner. She's so annoying.'

"elder brother."

Tang Micheng had just said these words when the sound of the sweet little breasts behind him made him shiver. Looking at those big cat pupils, he felt inexplicably guilty.

Holding the phone behind his back, Tang Micheng said angrily, "What are you doing? Go aside, I don't have time to comfort the child."

"I just want to remind you that you have to come back early in the evening, no later than eight o'clock, and don't use the overpass when you come back."

Tang Jin was a little boy, only half as tall as him in front of a nine-year-old boy. Staring at his face and talking, no matter how sweet and sweet his voice was, the content made people feel an inexplicable chill down their backs.

"You're so ignorant, you're crazy."

The little boy had already walked up to him. The fat boy reached out and blocked the door, quickly opened the door and walked out.

Tang Jin didn't care and waved to him, "If you have anything to do, run home as much as possible. Goodbye, brother."

Cat's eyes blinked, Tang Jin looked at Tang Micheng's fat back with a hint of blackness behind him, his tone seemed troubled, but his smile was super sweet.

"Don't be the smart-aleck type."

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Tang Micheng skated towards the avenue on his skateboard, holding his cell phone and sending a message to his friends with a sad expression.

"Didn't my sister go to a Taoist temple? She learned Taoism and asked me to go home before eight o'clock. Just kidding, the evening activities will end at eight-thirty. She is really sick."

'I'll go, do you want to be so evil?'

'Your sister is really from the countryside and has been poisoned by feudal ideas.'

-

The seven o'clock chime in the game hall sounded, and Tang Micheng felt uneasy for some reason. After a while, he stood up.

"Brother Cheng, don't you see the release of the new game and you want to go back now? What time is it?"

"Brother Cheng, you can't just go back before eight o'clock because your sister said you should go back before eight o'clock, right?"

Tang Micheng raised his hand and swatted away the hands of these people. He couldn't tell what was going on. He just felt a little uneasy in his heart. He might as well go back early, but did he say that he listened to Tang Jin?

"Why should I listen to her? It's not like I'm sick."
Chapter completed!